Creepin (Duck Down) Apoc Krysis (Ft. Yvncc)

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[Intro]
DJ Smokey, triple six bitch

[Chorus: Apoc Krysis]
Cr-Cr-Creepin' out of da cut with that AK-47
47 bullets in my clip for any sucka steppin'
47 bullets in my clip for any sucka steppin'
47 bullets in my clip for any sucka steppin'
Gotta keep it real, pack the steel, I can never kneel
Gotta keep it real, pack the steel, I can never kneel
Gotta keep it real, pack the steel, I can never kneel
Gotta keep it real, pack the steel, I can never kneel
Gotta keep it real, pack the steel, I can never kneel

[Verse 1: Apoc Krysis]
Runnin' through your pockets
I can't help it trick you know the deal
Paper chasin' money freak
Finna put you six feet
Shout out to my nigga DJ Smokey on the fuckin' beat
Ou-Outlaw shit, get smoked like Red Dеad
Wake up every mornin' grip thе AK from under my bed
Now I'm seeing bloody red
Shoot that trick up in his head
Take that shit
Don't test me trick
My clique too deep up in this shit
Duck down motherfucker's
Killer's sprayin' round's
Clickin' till them bodies hit the motherfuckin' ground
How you runnin' lip from another state?
Talkin' bout a killa clique
Get you nigga's smoked at your leaders wake
I don't give a fuck
Imma travel to your funeral
Pissin' in your casket while your mother talkin' bout you hoe
Bring it on, bring it on
Shot's within a metronome
Tec 9 to the dome on the sissy funky hoe